Summary:
It was supposed to be only a one-night stand. Unfortunately, feelings and motives get in the way and evolves the night-long affair into an illicit liaison between two people with differing social classes. He, a successful Chinese businessman, and she, a low-class Japanese in Hong Kong striving to meet both ends to survive. Their love and dedication, not to mention loyalty, are tested as family and society frown upon their relationship.
Main Character Background:
Li Xiao Lang – the promising and driven CEO of the family-owned Li Corporation who knew nothing of erotic pleasures before he met the doe-eyed Japanese beauty (will be noted as in his Japanese name for ease and will be called in his Chinese name only by those non-Japanese characters)
Kinomoto Sakura – also known as Ying Fa, a beautiful Japanese-born Hong Kong-based girl who was forced to work in a brothel for survival after the death of her father. There she meets the handsome bachelor with whom she enters a whirlwind romantic and sexual relationship.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cardcaptor Sakura or an of its characters.
A.N.: I am not Chinese or Japanese nor am I from or have ever been to Hong Kong, China, or Japan. Okay, I've been to Japan but it was only an hour-long stopover at Nagoya. So the most of the places will be made-up. And so will be the names.
Midnight To Eternity
Dream of Autumn
Chapter One:
Torn
2:45 PM
An eye opened revealing a tired green one and closed again. It had been one tiring night. Then, something dawned on her, causing both eyes to open and her to sit up on the bed. She looked around her and found that everything was real. Not just a mere dream. She was in a room alien to her. It was intricately decorated. A large plasma television hung on the wall in front of the king-sized bed she had slept on. A dainty breakfast nook was found by the window. And a study table on the other side of the room near the door. Her gaze traveled and her eyes widened. Clothing articles were strewn across the floor and a few alerted her: a white lace-and-silk thong and a matching nightie. Her gaze traveled to her body and then, right there and then she realized she was naked.
A man was finishing up his bath that same moment. His mind was contemplating whether his actions the previous night were correct. Then, he had to mentally smack himself. Of course it's unacceptable! Since when has taking a complete stranger home and bedding her correct? He wanted to kill his friends that moment. He took a towel and began drying himself before emerging out of the bathroom.
The woman had begun to panic mentally on what to do. Should she simply escape or should she wait for him? Perhaps it'd be best if I— Her thoughts were cut short by the opening of a door adjacent to the bed. And then appeared a tall, handsome man with dripping wet chocolate brown hair, finely chiseled face, piercing amber eyes, and well-toned muscular body. The woman had to look away to keep herself from meeting his eyes. Not to mention his naked body, which was only concealed with a towel.
"I see you've finally woken up," he said making his way to the other side of the room where the walk-in closet was. The woman remained quiet, unsure whether she'd answer him or not. After a few seconds, he reappeared this time clothed only in white boxers with black garter. She had to blush. Sure they had an 'intimate' encounter the previous night but it doesn't mean she'd get used to seeing a man so scantily clothed as that.
She heard him chuckle. "Ooh yeah! First time? No doubt about that." She felt like sinking.
The previous night
"Look Li, all we want to do is look after your well-being, buddy," one of his high school friends, Ting Da Bun said. "I mean, COME ON! You've been the most popular guy in school since I've known you. ALWAYS the one with different girls each week. ALWAYS the one getting asked out by girls and about one-eighth of the MALE population."
The entire group of guys sniggered. The man simply shook his head and smiled.
Five young men in business suits were surrounding the table where a good friend of theirs sat behind on a chair. The man, behind the table, billionaire Li Xiao Lang/Syaoran, wearing a dark green shirt dress and black slacks, crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave his friends 'a look'. They were obviously convincing him to join them in their weekly escapades which involves going to bars and bringing women home for 'fun'. He had his share of girlfriends back in junior high, high school and a few during college but he never dared to go that far with them.
Another, Ke Ji Ru, continued. "Yeah! ALWAYS the King of the Prom. THE most requested guy in the Kissing Booth. And now what? The only VIRGIN?! Man!" The others hooted.
"Seriously dude," Wu Xing Zhe spoke. "If I had that reputation, I would have lost mine in grade school." The other five agreed.
"C'mon Xiao Lang! Loosen up. Tomorrow's Saturday, so there's no work. Plus we guarantee you this place had the best looking sluts you can ever see. They can pass off as Victoria's Secret models I tell you. Ain't that right my posses?!" Tim Cho whined. The others agreed.
"Sluts?! No way am I sharing a bed with those kind of women. And what am I gonna tell my kids?! My wife, for crying out loud?!" Syaoran cried out.
"You cut the fun out of Friday Fun Night," the last member of the group, Jian Shang retorted. "Tell me, Li. Are you gay or what?"
Syaoran raised a brow. "Unless you want me to beat the living daylights out of you I'm not." Jian Shang raised his arms in surrender. "Then come with us. If you want we'll provide you everything: the hotel room, condoms, champagne, roses—"
"I'm not pampering those sluts the way I should be pampering my woman—"
"Which you don't have," Ji Ru spat. The corporate executive rolled his eyes as he sat back, placing his feet on his table and his arms behind his neck. There was no way these guys were giving up on him.
"Listen Li," Tim began. "We know we've taunted you before when we beat you in the race in losing our virginity but that was two to five years. I mean sure we did expect you to get there before we all did and when the opposite happened we were all 'Take that Li' but this long for you to hold it up is like what?! This is abnormal, man—"
"Alright, alright I'll do it just stop whining like some prissy six-year-old!" He surrendered.
The group high-fived.
"Well, well," Xing Zhe smirked. "The Six Casanovas are back."
"—so just stay in here, be prepared with everything. I'll call you when I call you," a woman in her late forties told a young woman in her early twenties before leaving the room. After she was left all alone, the young lass couldn't help but wonder if she'd done the best thing. She needed money or else she wouldn't survive. Having dropped out of college fairly recently, she had no working experience and this was the only thing that could give her more than enough finances.
She sighed. She felt so low, so dirty. Her eyes began to well with tears but she immediately wiped them away before they rolled to her cheek. 'Be strong. No more crying.'
Then, she stood and began to get dressed. She chose to wear a silk aqua top with puff sleeves that showed her midriff, and denim mini skirt plus green wedge sandals. Okay, she looked hot, she had to admit. But that's not gonna change her from what she was that moment. There was no turning back.
"I can't believe I agreed to this," Syaoran muttered to himself. Luckily, none of his companions heard him.
"Woohoo! Let the Friday Fun Night begin!" Da Bun cheered. The Six Casanovas were at The Lounge, a popular high-class brothel in Hong Kong, sitting at their usual table directly in front of the stage. Being rich sure does have its perks. The formerly five regular costumers had an additional 'baggage' that night. A very good-looking 'baggage', the club staff agreed among themselves.
Syaoran didn't bother to change clothes. So he went there wearing his dark green dress shirt and black slacks while his friends changed to muscle shirts and jeans. He still looked better than them anyways, not that he cared.
"See that," Da Bun pointed to a brunette who was dancing quite provocatively onstage. "I've done that chick six times!" he boasted.
Syaoran eyed the girl. Pretty. But not all that. "So you want that Xiao Lang my boy?" Da Bun asked. The man shook his head. Da Bun groaned. "She's good in bed if you wanna ask." Syaoran shook his head once more. "No thanks, Da Bun. I don't want to think that it's you I'm doing if I would do her."
Xing Zhe and Jian Shang laughed. Ji Ru patted Da Bun's back. "Don't worry 'bout it dude. They have more women backstage than the ones you see onstage," he assured.
"Ooh-ooh! How's 'bout Kat Lemmon?" Tim pointed to a sandy blonde babe who was stripping onstage with very 'generous' chest. Jian Shang began to moan while Ji Ru looked like he wanted to wank himself that moment. The main target seemed uninterested. "I need more than big breasts to keep me satisfied, thank you."
Xing Zhe had to control himself from hitting Syaoran by telling himself "More women backstage than onstage" repetitively while others rolled their eyes or slapped their foreheads.
All had one thing on their minds: This is gonna be one looooong night.
The group decided to hit the sack at midnight so they went backstage, ready to make their week's pick.
"My, my, The Casanovas!" a gay man in his fifties beamed at his usual clients. Syaoran eyed him and wrinkled his nose in dislike. He obviously had a thick layer of makeup on plus the blood red lipstick he had. He was dressed in pink tank top and neon orange skinny jeans. "And who would it— Weelll!" he cut himself off, upon noticing the new arrival. "And who is this deity you've brought along?" he asked eyeing the dark-haired amber-eyed CEO.
"Li Xiao Lang, high school pal who had just been convinced he needed a break from his busy life," Jian Shang introduced. "And what better way than women?!"
The gay man laughed. "Why but of course? Prin Dahl, at your service," he introduced himself extending a hand, expecting Syaoran to take it and kiss it. The man just stared at him with that intense glare of his and then took his hand—and shook it. Prin pouted in disappointment but nevertheless regained composure.
"And who would it be this time, my boys?" he turned to them.
"Julia."
"Roslin."
"Jing Rin."
"Shin Hui."
"Zen."
The boys placed their orders. "Alright then! And what about you, Mr. Mysterious?"
Tim walked up and put a hand on Syaoran's shoulder. "Give him the best girl. My man here has the highest standards Hong Kong has since, uh, since who knows when?"
Syaoran snorted at the comment. The pimp laughed. "I'll have Kat Lemmo—"
"Not Kat! He doesn't want a woman who's all-breasts. Whatever that's supposed to mean," Tim answered for him.
"Not Kat?! She's the most requested girl—"
"Just give me some girl who isn't whiny and clingy and do what they're told!" Syaoran snapped.
Behind him, 'oohs' can be heard from the four other Casanovas. Prin seemed unfazed by the outburst. "Okay then. I'm sure we have plenty for you to choose from."
"Give him someone fresh!" Jian Shang called out. Then, Prin smirked. "First time Mr. Mysterious?" he teased. Syaoran raised a brow, wondering how he got that right, and barked. "Just give me a slut!" The pimp huffed, turned on his heels and left the lads.
After a few minutes, Prin came with their women. Syaoran had to admit they were more good-looking than the women who were performing. They definitely can pass off as models.
"Miss me, baby?" Jian Shang asked teasingly at his partner, Shin Hui, a charming brunette with pouty lips, large breasts that screamed implants (at least in Syaoran's mind), and a little bit smaller butt, who giggled.
"Who's he?" a blonde, grey-eyed girl, Roslin, who was Xing Zhe's partner asked pointing to Syaoran.
"A good friend of ours from high school."
"He's hot!" Julia, a redhead commented.
"Well, too bad he's off limits to our has-beens, sweetheart," Da Bun announced earning a frown from the girls.
"Too bad, gorgeous," Zen told him. "I could think of a hundred 'fun' ways I'd do with you," she said and winked.
"—and for you Mr. Mysterious," Prin arrived with three giggly girls who were eyeing Syaoran giddily. It only took one look from him before the pimp sighed and answered for him. "No." He pushed the girls out and disappeared again.
"We could do a threesome, honey," Zen offered only to be met by a glare from Syaoran.
It took five more minutes until Prin reappeared and the five others were getting restless.
"Can't we just go ahead?" Jing Rin asked Tim. He shook his head. "Nah! We wanna see the lucky girl."
"You can say that again," Jian Shang agreed.
"Okay! Nah! We wanna se—"
"Shut it Tim!" Xing Zhe whined.
"You are one difficult client, Mr. Li. But what can I say? We've found the right one for you." And he pulled someone from outside the doorway inside.
Five pairs of eyes widened. Syaoran couldn't help but be pleased. The girl was hot as she was beautiful. Her honey brown hair flowed freely, ending just three past her shoulders. Her body was definitely proportioned and had the right curves in the proper places. She had long silky legs that seemed to go on forever. She was a bit tall. Around 5 ft 7 ½ inches without the three inch wedge sandals she had on.
Syaoran took her chin and raised her head to see her face. He had to take it back! She was gorgeous: beautiful appealing, not to mention unique emerald green eyes, perfectly sculpted nose, and full pink lips. "I'll take her," his voice was almost a whisper. He turned to look at his friends' reaction, expecting shouts and hoots but none came. They were all gaping, stunned, and speechless. It was Ji Ru who had first recovered. "W-where did she come from?" he asked referring to the girl.
"Ahh! Ying Fa? She's new. She just came in this morning," Prin answered.
All five had the same thing in their minds: Li still managed to grab THE Girl! Bummer!
She had been in the room, prepared for hours. She simply sat in front of the vanity table waiting to be called for (cough) duty. She was anxious. Restless. Nervous. Part of her wanted to do it to earn money while the other part wanted to spare her dignity.
At around twelve, a very effeminate man came in and inspected her from head to toe.
He raised a brow and smirked. "Come with me."
'Oh boy. This is it.' She took one deep breath and followed the pimp. It wasn't long before they came to a room where she was told to wait outside. Seconds later, the pimp dragged her inside the room where she saw five other whores with their respective partners. All men awfully good-looking. Then she saw another man standing close to where she was standing. He was far more handsome than the other five. And he was examining her.
'Oh please tell me he won't be my first time,' her mind screamed. But it was as if her heart opposed. He was damn sexy and gorgeous! Then, she felt his soft hand taking her chin and raising her head. Her green eyes met his amber ones. She couldn't break the eye contact for two reasons: one, his eyes were so electrifying it was drawing hers to them and she could feel getting lost inside those pools, and second, he was still holding her chin.
"I'll take her." Three words were all it took for her to fall back to reality. This was IT.
From the moment he took her, Sakura had to admit he had been a gentleman. He took her bag and even opened the passenger seat door for her. Then she wondered if this was all a show for his friends, who were teasing him all the way. He pretended not to be bothered and just ignored them. This, however, scared her. What if he's a violent man who'd beat women to a bloody pulp? I hope not.
The ride was a bit long and quiet. It was when he turned right from the highway that she realized he was taking her to the hills. To a nice house on the hills. Upon arrival, the gentleman that he was, he opened again the car door and allowed her to get out. She followed him inside the house and found out that they were all alone. Great. What if he's a serial killer? Thoughts, not all good, flooded into her mind as her heart continued to race.
Finally, he opened the door to a room, which she found out to be the bedroom. Uh-oh. He placed her bag on the floor and proceeded to undress, taking his dress shirt off first. Her face just had to turn red. He was far off sexier unclothed! Oh yes. How wonderful his well-toned muscles rippled with each smooth movement. Then, miraculously, she found her voice and asked the question she had been meaning to ask.
"Y-you're single I hope?" The man turned to her flushed face and slightly smirked and then sighed. "Yes," he answered casually and began unbuckling his belt.
"You m-mean single as in no girlfriends, wives, fiancées or the like?" He turned to her again and stared. "For the second time, yes. No girlfriends," he answered. "No wife or wives," he glared. "No fiancées." He heard her sigh in relief. "Or the like." And then disappeared into the what Sakura assumed to be the bathroom.
She was trembling. For crying out loud, she had her sex life planned out. She was supposed to start one AFTER she was married to the man of her life. And now here she was about to have sex with what's-his-name?! Realizing she needed to change, she opened her bag and took a white lace-and-silk nightgown and matching thong. Seeing he was still inside the bathroom, she immediately stripped and changed into the 'get-up'. Just when she had stuffed her other outfit inside the bag, the door opened and the man came out wearing only white sheer pajamas, leaving his torso bare.
Then, she felt like she was being bored through under his deep stare. "Well… Let's get started, I guess," he said uncertainly. She simply took a deep breath and exhaled just as deeply. Then, he boomed. "Come on! Do what you're supposed to do! Strip or seduce me or something!"
Okay, he was scary. "Look woman I'm not paying you to stand there wearing something close to nothing and DO nothi—"
"It's my first time, okay!?" she bellowed. Man, she was trembling. She was about to lose her virginity to someone who ISN'T her husband and someone who'd look like he'd beat a woman without hesitation. She heard a small 'Damn!' escape from his mouth. And just when she closed her eyes, she felt strong warm hands on her arms.
He turned her around so she was facing him and just before she could make eye contact with him again, his lips were on hers. His hands started roaming underneath the filmy nightgown and she felt his hands cup her breasts. A moan escaped her mouth, giving his tongue entry to her cavern. Sexual tension began taking its toll in her body and her mind simply clouded. No sooner, her body hit something soft and she realized that she was on the bed. Next thing she remembered was she was already as naked as the day she was born. Everything was a blur from that moment on. Everything was a blur until it came to THAT point. The point when she felt a tearing sensation inside her core.
Realization swept through her once more and hit her: she had just been torn. And everything went back to a blur.
To Be Continued
A.N.: That's it for the first chapter folks. Please do read and review. This is my first fan fiction so please do criticize. I haven't read ALL the stories here in FFN so I am not so sure if somebody has done a story like mine. Maybe there would be similarities but I swear I'm not copying stories. Anyway, that's all for now. Ja!